Friday, December 14, 2007

What's Up with Chicks in NYC? DatePaula.com? No Thanks.

I’ve recently stumbled across a couple of blogs I enjoy reading. It seems the authors of No Sex and the City and NYC Won’t Let Me Sleep have had it with the women in NYC. I dated one chick during college who grew up in Manhattan, but that’s the extent of my NYC girl experience. I’ve always heard stories of how girls in New York City are so stuck up, but I always chalked it up as “typical” of any city. I must say, I saw some anecdotal evidence to the contrary today.

I work from home, and I’ll usually turn the TV on during lunch to catch up on the local news. I got a few calls today after lunch and got distracted so I never turned the TV off. During the afternoon the Montel show came on and it was an episode about dating. They had a segment on speed dating where couples meet for 4 minutes and determine if they want to pursue the other individual. The question to this chick Paula from NYC was if she could really determine within 4 minutes if she wanted to pursue the guy or not. I’ll tell you what, she could have done it in 30 seconds by asking 3 questions:

1. How much money do you make

2. How much of that will go to me

3. How long can you put up with my fucking diva attitude

She sat there, arms and legs crossed, and as one guy put it, “not a very good conversationalist”. No shit buddy, because she could tell you wouldn’t spoil her like daddy does.

This chick plugged her own website because she was trying to find a date to her friends wedding in Greece. Apparently she tried every medium to find a “good” guy but wasn’t able to, so she had her own website put up, datepaula.com. Of course I had to check it out, and it was disabled, so I did a little more searching on the web. What I did find was a 15-minute video that this uppity bitch made to chronicle her trip to Greece and her stag wedding attendance. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so check out the video here. I would love to see a follow up video in 20 years when this chick is living alone, chain smoking Pall Malls in a trailer with 17 cats and bitching about how Mr. Right must be out there somewhere.

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